The whole is greater than the sum of its parts
With all the parts scattered in the void
The whole is nowhere to be found
I aimed to be the rose you would preserve
Asking myself what I've done wrong to deserve
Becoming the thorns you shed from its stalk
Walking away with a seemingly flawless rose in hand
From now on leaving those pieces behind
Chorus:
The truth is on the edge of a thorn
No one would know why I would mourn
Upholding illusions that all is well
Within my shell I'm torn apart
I guess you'll always see the big picture
While shamelessly blocking my sight
Only when all is shrouded in white
I'll remember the other angels
Now aiming for acceptance in heaven
Since there's no place beside the one on earth
Slipping away without a recently wilted rose in hand
From now on leaving everything behind
Chorus
The truth is on the edge of a thorn
No one would know why I would mourn
Upholding illusions that all is well
Within my shell
(Nothing's well, no more illusions)
Regret the day our love was born
(On the edge I'm torn apart)
Crushing the barriers of my own hell
Without my shell would you be torn... apart?
